Page 25 of Broken Truths

“Fuck,” he growls. “There’s so much I need to say, but one thing just keeps repeating in my head over and over. I never thought about it, but now that it’s in front of me, I want it so fucking bad. But at the same time, I can’t because I’m me.”

I lean forward until we’re chest to chest, our lips grazing one another’s. Seeing Leo vulnerable like this is hot as fuck. My nipples pebble as they brush against his hard pecs. “Start with that.”

“You’re making it easy to say it right now.”

“Good,” I breathe. Underneath me, his cock lengthens, pushing against the V of my jeans. He lifts his hips until there’s no mistaking what I do to him.

“The thought of it does this to me.” He reaches up, stroking my nipple through my shirt.

I bite my lip. “We’ll never get any talking done if we start like this.”

“Grandfather dangled a carrot in front of me earlier. One he probably didn’t even understand, but I’m obsessed now.” He places pressure on my hip, moving me forward until I’m grinding against his erection.

“Talk faster so you’re actually inside me when I cream.”

“Always so eager for my cock…”

I rub myself on him and delicious sensations ripple up my spine. “You’re the worst participant in a conversation ever.”

He chuckles, and the throaty sound pulses straight to my pussy, making it clench.

“You’re killing me, Leo.” I close my eyes, reveling in all the sensations.

“Mmm,” he moans, lifting into me again. “Good because I want to marry you.”

His words take several seconds to filter through my lust-induced haze, but when they do, I stop. My eyes fly open, and I stare down at him. “You what?”

“You promised you wouldn’t get mad.”

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Leo

Ican’t actually tell if she’s mad or not. She looks like she’s in shock. Her beautiful lips are parted, her eyes wide, almost innocent-like.

Maybe Grandfather’s words had the opposite effect of what he intended. I’d never thought of myself as the marrying kind, but now that he’s brought it up, I’m fixated on it. I’d throw her over my shoulder right fucking now and take her to a courthouse to marry this girl.

But I’m me. A Jarvis.

With that name comes addendums, and neither of us are willing to sign on the dotted line for the shit my grandfather pulls.

But I want her to know where I’m coming from. She’s right. We can break the mold. All we have to do is try.

“I’m obsessed now,” I grin, loving the idea more and more. Pretending I’m someone else is easier, like there aren’t caveats attached to what I’m offering her. “I want to fuck you as my wife. I want to bury myself so deep inside you that we’re connected in all ways possible.” I start moving her hips against me again and stroking her nipple between my fingertips.

“That’s crazy,” she finally states, but she doesn’t stop my movements. They even intensify as she grinds against me harder.

“Is it? You want this pierced dick for the rest of your life, little Eden Astor? Do you want to make each other crazy forever?”

“What’s wrong with me?” she groans before bending over, teasing my lips with her teeth. She rubs her pussy all over me, and I reward her with short thrusts.

I’m straining in my boxers. My dick wants to lay his claim all over her. He wants to shut this shit down once and for all. “You fucking love me.”

She groans, and it sounds so heavy in the back of her throat, like it’s attached to all the meaning in the world. “God, Leo. I’m going to come like this if you don’t do something.”

I kind of like the idea of her dry humping me into an orgasm, but I can tell she doesn’t. She starts to shake. I unclasp the button on her jeans and lower the zipper, spreading the seam wide so her panties show. “You love the idea, don’t you?”

“Leo…”

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